Ever since I saw a Discovery Channel? program on alternative houses feature a home composed of three stacked shipping containers nestled into a 10-foot-deep lot at the base of a cliff, I have been in love with the idea of making a home out of these amazing modular components.
- They stack!
- They’re inherently structurally sound and you’d have to work pretty hard to ruin that,
- they’re much cheaper than standard building methods, yet still rectangular enough to use standard-sized components for alterations,
- they require a minimum of external maintenance, which means you need to earn a minimum of future income to pay for that,
- one end of a container will easily fit a full size bed across, or four twin-size bunks lengthwise;
- the walls are magnetic and thus offer crazy interesting removable cabinetry options –
- and most importantly, the insulated ones used for refrigerated transport have the same R-value as straw bale housing. Duuuuude.
Cut in some windows for ventilation and you have an infinitely rearrangeable transportable comfortable home that doesn’t advertise itself as full of stuff worth stealing. 😉
While realistically I will probably stay in this house for a while, that doesn’t stop me from dreaming…
While this particular design includes a lot of glass that would have to be compensated for / covered at night to slow heat loss, the basic idea is perfect. Imagine four shipping containers, in two stacks of two with open courtyard space in between – and that courtyard space enclosed and finished. Each container would include all the privacy an occupant could want – bed space, a bathroom, a kitchenette/kitchen and relaxation/sitting space – and the shared public space used for large crafts, gatherings, exercise, board games, running around in the sunlight, and st-r-e-t-c-h-ing. Given how much I miss the college shared-house arrangement of having interesting friends easily accessible whenever you want to debate some pop-culture reference, this would be an ideal setup for an extended family or four friends to live for cheap on a bit of cultivatable land.
My friend Trampas said he would come play with me if I didn’t call it a commune, but instead an Evil Lair. Named Skullcrusher Mountain.
It’s all about the branding…